We walked in from after-school errands.
She looked around and pointed at things that she wanted to improve in our home.
Her – “I want that nice. I think we should replace that.”
Me – “How about you start with your room?”
Her – “But what about soccer practice?”
Interesting how she suddenly was conscious of time and soccer.
Me – “We have a good hour.”
She set out to clean but would quickly lose focus. I’d ask, she’d focus for a moment and then veer off into playing. At one point, I caught her singing, “Happy Birthday to you…” in a show tune style and prancing around her bathroom like she was on a stage.
Me – “Bellina, get cleaning. I’ve only asked you five times.”
Her – “Well, I’m a singer and a dancer. Never forget that.”
Me – “What about a cleaner?”
Her – “No. That’s not me.”
So, this was going to be one of those cleaning episodes. Okay. “Well, at least she has some clarity on what lights her up in life” I told myself. I took solace in that parenting satisfaction as I readied myself for the effort to keep her focused.
It all worked out.
We left for soccer practice with her still singing and her room clean.